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Ｄａｒｙｌ ►
נ α ϻ ε ϛ ◄
Ν Ϊ ӝ ɸ и»
❝ Real confidence comes not from taking all you can, but from giving the best you can... ❞
Like every morning, Daryl got up early. And he was already at the main gate, so he can go gather supplies. Daryl had three weapons on his person. He had his sword, strapped to his hip, his crossbow on his back. And on his side, in a small pouch was a small pack of small throwing knifes. The male, was the main runner for this town, and he often left before anyone was awake, and only to return right before dark. The males, bright blue eyes glistened in the faint sunlight. On his right shoulder was a small pack, that consisted of some food, rope, a blanket, a can tine of water, a small strainer, and a lighter.
Daryl, had to get some work done today, for tomorrow.... his name was on Lantrine duty. A job he hates the most. Letting out a sigh, the male opened the main gate, and closed it just as quick. As he turned back around, he side stepped, and saw no threats around. That was a good sign for first thing in the morning. Yesterday... he was following a deer, a rare find anymore. But it was scared off due to some walkers. Hopefully... he could pick up on the trail again, so the townsfolk, could have some fresh meat. He walked north back towards the forest, he prefered working alone. He grew up in nature, this is where he felt the most comfortable at. Seeing a rabbit, dash out of a small bush in front of him. He tossed at it, and it now protruded from the back of the animals head. "Well... I at least got me some lunch." He said as he continued to walk down the streets of the wasteland and towards the forest which could be seen off in the distance.
Шho I'm With:
Шhat I'm Feeling:
Шhere I'm going:
Шhat I'm Carrying:
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